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The Southgate Video Store is a local landmark in my neighborhood. Originally, it had been a general video store with tapes of all descriptions. But as the demand for x-rated videos continued to increase, the store gradually changed to exclusively handle triple-X tapes, magazines, and adult toys of all kinds. I was off work while I recovered from a nervous breakdown and, being a single, horny guy, it's not unexpected that I found myself there on a lazy Thursday afternoon, browsing through the tapes and DVDs for something interesting. Masturbation calms me down. Grabbing a couple of tapes, I began slowly walking toward the check-out counter, always looking for a better title with a hotter babe in the cover photo. Big and friendly, Chuck had been working there since the beginning, before they had x-rated material of any kind. I cant think of a more familiar face in my life than Chuck, who hasn't changed a bit over the years. As I approached the counter, he smiled. "Hi, Rick. Hows it going today?" "Good, Chuck. I was just reminiscing about the way this place used to be." "Yeah. The Disney days are a thing of the past." I chuckled and handed him the tapes. "I think Ill rent these two for today." Chuck inspected the titles. "Yep. This one, Blowjob Surprise, is one of our most popular three day rentals," he said as he brought up my account on the monitor. "Really?" "Yeah. I dont know why. I havent seen it yet." "Well, Ill let you know what its like." He scanned them to my account and, when we were done, I went home with a mission; to see why this video was so popular. I popped in the first movie and got comfortable. It's terrific. The women are all awesome, fucking and sucking every guy they meet. The main character is the best-looking girl of all, though she's noticeably absent from the action scenes. Finally, it's right near the end and she seems to have had a change of heart. She strips, showing her big natural breasts and her muscular thighs. Now she aggressively corners the biggest stud in the movie and pushes him down on the bed. He's in shock as she swoops down and swallows all eight inches of him. She sucks and licks and rubs his cock on her face, and it's clear that he's almost ready to blow. So was I, because I'd been pulling on my cock since the scene started. Then, just as he starts to cum, the camera angle changes to a close-up of her face. She glares at him for just a second and then ..... she bites! I was in shock. He screamed horribly and grabbed her hair, trying to pull her off, but she hung on tight, biting, chewing, and tearing at his cock with her teeth. With a last pull, she ripped off his manhood. Then, she laughed in his face, taunting him by continuing to chew his emasculated cockflesh with her blood-stained teeth while he bled like a stuck pig. Enough was enough. I stabbed at the stop button and just sat there in shock. It was the most horrible video Ive ever seen. To think that a beautiful girl would do that to a guy just for fun. I could understand if he had tried to rape her. But to just bite it right off for pleasure. What kind of a sick bitch would do that? That poor guy. I had to get my mind off it or I knew I would have nightmares. I decided to watch the other video. I switched the tapes and sat down again, trying to forget the image of that vicious woman chewing on that piece of his cock. The other tape is, thankfully, more standard fare. Fewer actors in it, but it's still good. It's simply a couple having sex in a variety of ways and locations. But the girl was damn sexy, and she had all my attention. I loved the way she gave head. She had a gentle touch, her large lips clinging softly to his cock as she slid her mouth along it. As the tape reached its conclusion, the lovers are in a passionate embrace and she slides down his muscled body and starts giving him a blow job. He's soon moaning and starting to pump into her mouth. I'm jerking my cock as fast as I can. Fuck! She's BITING IT OFF!!! I couldn't believe the video store would rent shit like this. It's impossible. Was I having some kind of a relapse or something? It didn't make sense. Why would they be renting videos of women biting off men's cocks? I wondered if I was imagining things like I did before I went into the hospital. I decided to see if my neighbor, Henry, was home and get him to watch them. If he saw it too, I'd know it's not just me. I needed a witness. I rewound the videos and carried them down the hall to Henry's place. He answered the door in those ugly grey sweats he's always wearing. "Hi, Henry. I've got a couple of pornos I thought you might want to watch. You interested?" His sleepy face lit up. "Fuck, yeah. Thanks, man." He eagerly took them from me. "There's something weird about them, though." "Weird? Like how?" I didn't want to say anything. Nobody wants a crazy for a neighbor. "Just watch them and let me know if you see anything strange." He looked at me suspiciously. "Sure, Rick. I'll watch them right now." I went back to my place and turned on the TV. A few hours later while I was watching Buffy, the Vampire Slayer, Henry knocked at my door. "Thanks for the videos. I didnt see anything unusual. Just the usual fuck and suck. They did make me horny though. I may have to find a hooker before the night is out." He laughed like it's the funniest thing in the world. I looked at him blankly. Was he telling the truth? I nodded and took the tapes from him, closing the door without a word. I don't understand. He must have skipped the endings. I considered watching them again, but I couldn't do it. Frustrated and angry, I decided to confront them at the video store when I returned the movies. They would have a lot of explaining to do for renting trash like that. My nerves were shot and I was trembling. Though it was very early, I decided to go straight to bed. At 3:00 A.M., I woke up to my phone ringing. I wondered who the hell would call me at that hour. I dragged myself toward the phone and groggily said, "Hello?" "Mr. Andrews?" "Yes. Who is this?" "Balcones Hospital calling about your friend, Henry Jacobson. He listed you as the contact person to notify in case of an emergency. Mr. Jacobson was brought into the emergency room about an hour ago suffering from a detached penis." "What?" I was suddenly wide awake. "How did that happen?" "The information is a little sketchy but, as best as we can ascertain, Mr. Jacobson was visiting a prostitute and she bit off his penis. He lost a lot of blood and is in serious, but stable, condition right now. We are going to keep him here a couple of days until he is strong enough to go home." "Were they able to reattach it?" "No, unfortunately we werent able to find it. It looks like the woman may have actually eaten it, but were not sure. The police are still looking for her for questioning." "Questioning? Arent they going to arrest her?" "Well, Im just a nurse, but in cases like this in the past, if the woman claims self-defense, the police cant really do anything about it." "Jesus," I muttered. "Can I talk to Henry?" "He is under heavy sedation right now. You might want to wait until tomorrow to talk to him. I'm sorry about your friend, Mr. Andrews. Good night." Christ, what a way to be woken up. Poor Henry must have been suffering more than I could imagine. I could picture that vicious woman with his dick in her mouth, biting like an animal, blood everywhere. And then, once she'd torn it away, to see her chew it up and actually EAT it, taking it from him forever. My god, I had to get back to sleep. What was happening to the world? I needed to forget. If I didn't stop thinking about all the cock-biting, I really would go crazy. I twisted and turned for hours in bed, fending off images of smiling women with bloody mouths. Finally, I drifted off at about seven and slept through the morning. I woke up just before noon, determined to go down to that video store and find out what the hell was going on. As I entered Southgate Video, I immediately noticed that Chuck wasn't there. It seemed suspicious, until I remembered that he doesnt start work until three oclock. Damn, Id have to deal with the young jerks they had working there during the day. Two of them were manning the counter. One is short, fat, and blonde. The other is tall and skinny, with black hair and a pierced lip. I explained what had outraged me about the videos. The two clerks stared at each other blankly for a moment. Then the tall one grabbed the tapes and put them in separate machines. They fast-forwarded them to the end and we all watched. I felt a cold chill run through me as each scene began to play out. But to my astonishment, nothing happened! There was no dick-biting of any kind and both movies finished with normal blowjobs. "There's got to be something wrong with your video players," I said. Both clerks just stared at me. "I know what I saw, punk!" "Sir, are you on any medication?" "Give ME some of that," joked the short one. "God damn it! I wasnt on anything last night. I hadnt even drunk very . . . any alcohol." The tall one sighed. "Sir, why don't you take these back and watch them again with a friend. If you both see something wrong, come back and we'll give you your money back." I nodded, somehow relieved by his offer. "I guess that sounds fair. Maybe I didnt see what I thought I saw. I have been under a lot of stress lately." As I walked back to my car with the tapes, I thought about whom I should watch them with. Then I remembered Linda. Simply put, Linda and I are fuck-buddies. We dont interfere in each other's lives, but when either of us needs more than masturbation, we get together and fuck like animals. The sex is fantastic, but we're too incompatible to ever consider anything more serious. Besides, we both liked things the way they were. I pulled over at a payphone and gave her a call. She was home and seemed happy to hear from me. After catching up a bit, she enthusiastically invited me to "Come right over." As I was driving to her house, I noticed all the billboards that dot the landscape. There are dozens of them between the video store and her house. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the words "cock biting" on a billboard. But when I looked at it straight-on, it was a clock advertisement. Later, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a woman biting on a dick. When I checked again, she was drinking from a long-necked bottle. I started to drive faster. I had to get to Linda's place before I went completely crazy. If I could just get a little peace and quiet, I'd feel better. The sex would help, too. A good orgasm always calms me down. Linda answered the door with a smile. She is dark-haired, olive-skinned, beautiful, and passionate. Her low-cut peasant-style blouse displayed her ripe breasts nicely and her tight skirt seductively clung to her sexy Cuban ass. So familiar, yet still enticing. It's always hard dragging myself away from her. Her deep voice was a caress. "Hi Rick. Come on in." She greeted me with a big hug and a kiss. I pressed my face against the soft skin of her neck, inhaling her provocative perfume. I felt like I was sinking into her. She takes me away to that far-off place where there are no bothersome clerks, no trick videos, and no horrible phone calls in the middle of the night. She brought me back to earth when she asked, "What did you bring me?" I pulled away from her and raised my hand with the bag in it. I'd forgotten all about the tapes. "Oh, just a couple of videos to put us in the mood." She took the bag from me and said, "I hope you found some good-looking guys this time. That last bunch of losers made me wish that they kept their clothes on." I took my shoes off and followed her over to the tape player. "Well, guys dont care as long as the babes are hot." She slid a tape into the slot and turned to me. "Would you like a drink before we start watching?" "Sure. Give me one of whatever youre having." I sat down on the couch and waited while she mixed two Cuba Libres. She brought out the drinks and sat next to me. "How have you been doing?" I exhaled deeply. "Dont ask. The last two days have been horrible. I just want to relax and take my mind off of everything." I leaned back and put my feet up on the coffee table. "Poor baby," she said, stroking my hair for a moment. She picked up the remote and asked, "You ready to watch?" "Yeah. I saw them last night, but for some reason my mind was playing tricks on me. But I feel better now. Let's have a look." As the first video started, Linda laid her hand in my lap. She likes to keep up with what parts of the video cause me to get a hard-on. We both enjoyed the tape, with Linda occasionally squeezing my cock. When we got to the final blowjob scene, I was watching intently, waiting to see how it really turns out. The lucky guy arched his back and, after a few more sucks, he began to cum. Then he started screaming. And thrashing around. And, just like last night, that nasty bitch was viciously biting his dick as hard as she could. In under a minute, she had bit and chewed right through his penis and torn it off with her teeth. Lindas eyes were as big as shot glasses and her mouth hung open until she blurted out, "Damm, did she really do that!? God almighty, Ive never seen anything like this before!" Her hand leapt from my lap to hers, and she started rubbing between her legs. On the screen was the part that had given me nightmares, where she taunts him by continuing to grind his torn-off cock between her bloody teeth. Linda was breathing heavily. She whispered, "Good thinking. Chew it to pieces so they can't sew it back on. Smart girl." I jumped up and shut it off. "Shit, those guys at the video store must have played a trick on me. Those slimy bastards! But this time, you saw it too. Right?" "Wow, did I ever see it!" Linda said excitedly as she got her hand under her red silk panties so she could massage her clitoris directly. "Is the other one like that?" I slumped down into the couch, rubbing my forehead with both hands. "No . . . yeah . . . I don't know." "Lets take a look." Linda leapt to her feet and switched the tapes. Linda's face is flushed as she watches the other tape. She stared intently, occasionally casting furtive glances to my crotch. Every time there was a blowjob scene, she leaned toward the screen in anticipation. I kept hoping, praying that this one would come out with a happier ending. The lovers are in the final scene and I can't bear to watch, but can't turn away. As if in slow motion, I see the look of physical strain on the girl's face as her teeth sink deep into his cock. Once his dickflesh begins to tear and the blood is actually pouring out her mouth, I can't watch anymore. I turn my head and close my eyes, clapping my hands over my ears to keep his screams from echoing in my head. I'd always taken a quiet pleasure in being bigger and stronger than women. It was comforting knowing there was no way a woman could physically hurt me. I had never considered how much damage they could do with their teeth. I remembered reading that women were much more savage in their violence, and I now knew that any one of them could crush me with a single bite to my balls. I had just never realized that women could actually be that fierce. I nearly screamed when Linda plunged her hand down the front of my pants and grabbed my dick. "Rick honey, its only a tape." I turned to look at Linda's beautiful face. But when her red, sexy lips drew back into a mischievous smile, I felt uneasy. "Whats the matter, Linda?" "Nothing. Its just that those tapes made me hornier than Ive ever been in my life." "How can you say that? It was horrible. Those women bit those men's cocks like animals." "It may have been horrible to you, but I got really turned-on by what happened." "Sometimes Linda, I think I dont know who you are." "Come on, let me suck you off," she said as she opened up my pants. "Really, Im not in the mood right now. After seeing that, the last thing I want is a blowjob." She licked her lips. "Dont worry. This wont take long." Suddenly, she pushed me hard and I fell onto my back. Before I could react, she kneeled on the couch and swept my legs up across her calf. Then she brought up her other leg, trapping mine between her thighs. Once I was immobilized, she bared her teeth and dove for my cock. I barely got my hands up in time. My dick was aching as she pulled on it, trying to get it close enough to where she could bite it. But I grabbed her wrist with one hand and put the other on her face to hold her away. Frustrated that she couldn't bite me there, she twisted her head and angrily bit into my hand as hard as she could. I yelled and ripped my hand away. I saw blood, but had no time to check it because she lunged for my cock again. I managed to push her head to the side where she sank her teeth as deep as she could into my thigh. That brought another scream from me and I started thrashing around until we both rolled onto the floor. Linda lost her grip on my cock and I landed hard on top of her. Before I could scramble away, she threw both arms around me and I felt her bite into me below my navel. Just a little lower and she'd have bitten into my dick, or worse, into my balls. We were rolling over and over. I grabbed her hair and finally managed to break free from her teeth. Once I did, I fairly flung her to the side and rushed to my feet. I pulled my pants up and dashed for the door, running clumsily because of the pain from her bites. As I slipped into my shoes, Linda sat up and said, "Come back, Rick. I need your cock." I grabbed the doorknob and said, "You're fucking crazy!" Then I ran out, slammed the door behind me, and got into my car. As I drove, I was trembling. A woman had attacked me and I had been forced to run away in terror. She'd hurt me several times quite badly with those damn flesh-tearing bites, and the truth was I'd been lucky to get away. If it had gone on much longer, she'd eventually have bitten off my cock and balls, and I'd be nothing but a eunuch, crying and bleeding on her floor. This whole business was like a nightmare, and it had all started with that damn video store. I drove there as fast as I could and marched right in, determined to give them a piece of my mind. Though I was furious, I noticed the inside of the store had changed. There were more bright colors and it was mostly young women browsing through the videos. It was rare to see even a single woman in an adult video store, never mind so many of them. At the counter, Chuck's familiar face smiled at me as I approached. "Hi, Rick. Howd you like those videos?" "I HATED them. Those fucking bitches really did bite their cocks off!" I yelled. "This time I have a witness." "Hey. Calm down, Rick. Of course they did. I believe you." "Really?" "Sure. Thats all we rent here anymore. Look around you." I slowly turned, not really understanding what he was saying. The New Release rack was there, but nothing looked familiar. I studied some of the titles; "Eva Eats Cock Raw," "Judy Chomps it Off," and "Big Tom Cums for the Last Time." Some of the covers had severed cocks all over the front. This couldnt be happening. Only a few hours earlier, everything was completely different. What was going on? I limped over to the next aisle where the magazine section was. But it was all different, too. The magazine names were shocking. Playbite Magazine, Mens Emasculation, and Bite It Off were just a few of their titles. The covers showed beautiful young women with big white teeth, biting guys genitals in every way possible. What was happening? Was I having another nervous breakdown? There had to be something there that was the way I remembered it. The next aisle was full of sex toys. As I walked past shelves filled with miniature guillotines, clippers, and burdizzos, I started to feel the beginnings of a panic attack. I staggered back to the counter, barely able to breathe. Chuck was still there, still grinning like a fucking Cheshire cat. "Hey Rick. Look at this new toy. We just got it in today." He was holding a metal device shaped like a large flashlight. "What is it?" "Its for jerking off. It vibrates and sucks at the same time. Just as you start to cum, you push the big red button here on the side." He turns it around so that I can see the end where you stick your dick into the mechanism. Just as he punches the red button, two curved blades come from opposite directions and snap across the entrance. "It very neatly cuts your cock off in less than a second. How about that for efficiency?" "Nooo!" I cover my face with my hands and hold my head back. As I open my eyes, all the security system monitors are playing different movies with cock-biting scenes. Women are chomping off dicks everywhere I look. I scramble for the door in a blind panic and stumble outside, desperate to leave that terrible place behind. It's dark now, and the night is warm. Im too upset to drive. So I decide to take a walk to help me unwind and collect my thoughts. I wandered all over town, aimlessly drifting down small alleys. After a while, I started to relax and realized that I was extremely hungry. In the strip mall parking lot just ahead was a little hot dog stand I recognized. I'd eaten there before and they have the best hot dogs anywhere. When I got there, a cheerful-looking mother and daughter were considering the many condiment choices. When I looked over at their order, I felt the blood drain from my face. Both hot dog wieners were shaped exactly like human penises. In shock, I stepped to the other side of the stand and saw the big sign, "Special Today: Delicious Cock Dogs." It was too much and I stumbled away in a daze. As I was leaving, I heard the girl ask her mother, "Mommy, why is that man wearing clothes?" "Probably to hide his penis, if he still has one." I wanted to run. I hadnt been so panic-stricken since I was a kid. But it was dangerous to attract attention to myself, so I controlled myself and slowly wandered away. As I came around the corner of a building, I found myself face to face with a group of young women. There were maybe a dozen, all dressed up like they were out on the town. . The prettiest one of the bunch saw me and casually walked over in my direction. She was wearing a blue satin evening dress and she exuded confidence, completely aware just how sexy she is. I'm virtually hypnotized as I stare at the sultry movements of her hips beneath the satin. Before I realized it, she was directly in front of me. In her stilettos, she was the same height as me and all I could think about were those sparkling eyes and full red lips. "Hey, big guy. Whats happening?" "I'm . . . I'm just taking a walk." "Well, youre much too good-looking to be out all alone." I was embarrassed by her openness and the unexpected compliment, especially from such a gorgeous woman. I smiled shyly and said, "Thank you." She put her arms around my neck and murmured, "You look like you need a kiss." As she pressed her lips against mine, I felt like I was being drawn right inside her, and my body grew weak. I assumed she'd been drinking, but I could taste no alcohol. Her breath smelled like clover. She held her kiss and began rubbing her body against me. I responded without thinking, slipping my arms around her and slowly sliding my hands down her bare back, through the hollow and out across the flare of her ample cheeks. I squeezed them, exhaling deep into her mouth, and felt my cock come to life. I soon had a raging hard-on and pressed it urgently against her pussy. She slowly pulled her lips off mine and gave me a big smile. Her arms snaked around my waist and held me tight. Suddenly, she yelled at the top of her voice, "Hey girls, this guy has a hard-on as big as Dallas. His dick is ready to pick." I struggled to break free of the woman's embrace while her friends charged toward us. One of them yelled, "Get him, girls! Finally, some fresh cock-meat." In desperation, I gave the woman in blue an adrenalin-charged shove and she fell backward into the mob of women, sending several of them crashing to the concrete. I turned and, once again, I found myself running from a woman. I was terrified. There was no question that, if they caught me, they'd rip off my pants and mercilessly tear my cock to shreds with their teeth. I still limped from the horrible bites Linda had inflicted upon me. I could barely run and, at times, was tempted to just give up. But I kept picturing them burying their faces into my crotch, several at a time, biting into my dick and balls like lionesses with a fresh kill. That kept me going. I concentrated on watching where I was going. If I were to fall ..... "Remember girls, whoever bites it off has to share." "That's right. We all get a bite." "Hope he has enough to go around. Ha, ha, ha, ha." "I want to bite one of his balls in half." I'd run almost a mile. They were a fair distance behind, but still coming. Fuck, I couldn't believe that they hadn't given up. Most were carrying their high heels, running barefoot or in their stockings. I stopped at a corner, desperately needing to catch my breath. I was quickly running out of steam. If I didn't find a place to hide, they were going to catch me. And if they did, I just knew I wouldn't survive. Once they'd chewed off my cock and balls, they wouldn't stop there. They'd continue biting me all over, tearing off chunks of flesh with their teeth like sharks in a feeding frenzy. I looked around for someplace to hide. A red car pulled up at the corner and a woman shouted, "Get in, quick! They're right behind you!" The driver was a young blonde woman. It was too dark to see well, but she appeared to be alone. Still, I didn't trust her. She was still a woman and, unless she'd lost all her teeth, she was still dangerous. I looked back at the mob. They were about half a block away. Seeing the ground they'd made up, they were now running faster. "Last chance," the blonde said. I didn't know what to do. But then, I saw the woman in the blue satin dress. She was at the front of the mob and looked very angry. I heard her shout, "You made me ruin my best stockings, asshole. When I get a hold of you, I'm going to BITE YOUR FUCKING BALLS OFF!" That settled it. I ran around the car and got in on the passenger side. I could probably defend my balls from the snapping teeth of one woman. Against twelve, it was only a matter of time before somebody got them. My savior stepped on the gas and we drove away just before the women got to the car. We didn't say anything until they were long out of sight. As she took a left turn, the driver said, "I saw those girls chasing you down the street. It looked like you needed to be rescued. What did you do to make them so mad at you?" "Lord, I dont know. I never saw those women before bumping into them on the street. It seems like the whole world has gone crazy the last few days." "I know what you mean. Things have been pretty strange lately. I think it's the apocalypse." I laughed for the first time in a while. "Well, that might be a little extreme." "Yeah, maybe," she agreed. "Anyway, it's a good thing I got to you in time. There were quite a few of them, so they could have probably given you quite a beating." "A beating?" I chuckled. "That was the least of my worries." "What do you mean? Did they have weapons? What were they going to do to you?" "Oh, they had weapons all right. I've recently learned that every woman has terrible weapons, and they're not afraid to use them." The woman looks at me suspiciously, like I'm crazy. I sighed deeply. "Look. They were trying . . . they were going to bite my penis off." She looked horrified. "What? Are you serious? Oh, God. You poor thing. It's a good thing I got you out of there." "So you don't find that erotic?" "Are you sick? That would be disgusting. All that blood." She stuck her tongue out in disgust. "God, Im glad to hear you say that." We drove in silence for a while. Then, at a stop sign, she turned to me and said, "You've had quite a night. You look a mess. Would you like to come to my house and let me fix you some supper and get you some better clothes?" "Clothes? Whats wrong with what Im wearing?" "Take a look at yourself." She adjusted the rear view mirror so I could see. My shirt was all ripped to shreds. That last girl obviously didn't want me to get away. Things had been so frantic, I hadn't even noticed. "Well, that sounds like the best offer I've had all day. Im totally starving. And I don't feel like going home just yet. But only if it's no trouble. You've already saved my ass once." "Nah, it's no trouble. I don't live far from here." It was a nice drive to her house. She lived in a brand new development on the outskirts with everything beautifully landscaped. Every house had been built within the last five years. We pulled into the driveway of an attractive two-story with a garage. "Come on inside and Ill find you a new shirt and get you something to eat." I smiled and nodded. It seemed like forever since I'd encountered a woman who didn't want to injure me. To find one who actually wanted to help, to take care of me; well, it was all I could do not to throw my arms around her in gratitude. As we walked to the door, I got a good look at her for the first time. She was young and petite, with delicate features. Very much the girl-next-door type. I wondered why those girls never lived next door to ME? We went inside and took off our shoes. The living room was warm and spacious. There was a gas fireplace on the end wall and she went over and turned it on. Though it was already a warm night, I didn't mind. It just made the place all the more welcoming. I watched her bare feet pad up the carpeted stairs and return soon after with an over-sized t-shirt with a caricature of Picasso on it. "Give me your shirt," she instructed. I did and she handed me the new one. I pulled it over my head and said, "It smells nice." "I slept in it last night." She shrugged. "Sorry. It's the only thing I have that will fit you." "No need to apologize. It's great." She smiled. "Make yourself comfortable. I'll go get you something to eat." Then she slipped off to the kitchen with my torn shirt in her hand. I sat down on the couch and grabbed the remote. I flipped channels until I settled on a basketball game. Steve Nash was tearing up the defense. Just as he dropped in an eighteen-footer from the top of the key, she came into the living room. I stood up and took the plate of sandwiches from her hand which made it easier to set the bowl of soup in front of me. "Eat," she said. I dug in ravenously while she stepped around the coffee table and sat beside me. I was so hungry that I wasn't even embarrassed when I finished it all in just minutes. I sat back and let out a sigh of contentment. "Thanks. I was famished." "I see that." I chuckled and said, "You know, I haven't even thanked you. You've been so great with the food and the rescue. You literally saved my life. If I can ever do anything to repay your kindness, all you have to do is ask." "Well, you could stay. For a while." She averted her gaze to the empty bowl. "I've been kind of lonely." "Lonely. Why would you be lonely?" "I just moved here a few months ago. I don't really know anybody. I'm kind of shy, so I don't make friends very easily. You don't find people needing to be rescued every day." She looked so sad and vulnerable. I slid over and put my arm around her narrow shoulders. I pulled her against me and said, "Absolutely. I'll stay as long as you want." She rested her head against my shoulder for a while. Then she turned her head and kissed me. It felt so natural, I wasn't even surprised. I kissed her back and soon, things began to heat up. I started rubbing her small breasts through her shirt and she reached down to squeeze and pinch my hard-on through my jeans. When we were both panting like steam engines, she stood up and took my hand. I followed, but once we began to climb the stairs, I said, "Wait." She looked back at me, a question in her eyes. "I don't even know your name." She giggled in embarrassment. "I'm Betty Johnson. What's yours?" "Richard Andrews. Everybody calls me Rick." "Well Rick, I hope you like sex as much as I do. It's been months and I have a lot of catching up to do." Betty took another step before stopping again. She had a broad smile when she asked, "Did anyone ever tell you, you look good enough to eat, Rick?" *************************************************************** Mr. Richard Andrews; a man guided by his carnal urges. His fear magnified by his fragile psyche, he had gained the invaluable knowledge that the sparkling teeth of a woman's smile can also administer a flesh-tearing bite, and that a man's cherished instrument of lust is always vulnerable to permanent removal when it rests between the grinding jaws of a woman without mercy. Yet, he continues to throw himself into the breach. As a result, Mr. Andrews has now joined the ranks of the many men who have forever lost, at least a part of themselves, in ........... The Erogenous Zone. ©2004 by Betty Johnson |